Mastema Ironheart

By IridscentNionios

• October 21, 2014




Age: 25

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: He has an average muscular composure and a body made for endurance rather than sheer strength. He has deep blue eyes. His coat is black and he bears the classical markings in white color that fade near his snout to black.

Cutie Mark: Zebras don't have cutie marks. In the place of where the cutie mark would be he has ((insert picture shown above))

Personality: When Mastema is focused he is extremely prone to violent reactions against distraction. He is vindictive against those that harm the helpless and relentless in his persecutions.<br /><br />He is meticulous and bears nothing but kindness for those that have fallen. Thus he will never harm a helpless opponent no matter who he is. Not unless severely provoked.

Backstory: While growing up Mastema was always admiring the open hearted doctors and their will. It was this that made Mastema decide to follow their ways. For that purpose he spent a lot of time learning Alchemy, Herbalism, and Medicine.<br /><br />No matter what however Mastema was never taught to use violence. Many sectors of the sciences he studied were forbidden to him. Hell most exothermic reactions were never taught from the sages. For sometime Mastema thought that this was merely out of devotion towards the idea of non-violence thinking it was the ideal way to handle life.<br /><br />That idealism was shattered when his hometown was assaulted by wild beasts. Manticores, Dragons, and more were not a rare sight. However one year, during the great dragon migration the fauna went wilder than usual. While usually they came and went back the beasts now persisted their intent on claiming this place as their own apparent in their eyes.<br /><br />Wanting to find a way out of this madness Mastema became desperate. At this moment he kept mixing chemical compounds from his home intent on creating an explosive material potent enough to scare the beasts away. Inside the chaos Mastema focused his hardest shutting himself from external influences. In order to make a chemical strong enough Mastema followed one way "If it's forbidden its' powerful". With confidence and hope he threw the mixture he made at a nearby hill causing a rupture in it. What followed was rocks splitting of and dropping towards the village. The sound of the rocks rolling through the village and the threat of death pushed the beasts back.<br /><br />However in the next days while the brunt of the attack had been endured it became clear by the constant assault of beasts that this wouldn't stop. Mastema saw that the population should be put under control and ventured upon the forests. He used what was branded as forbidden knowledge of alchemy, medicine, and herbalism to create poisons, explosives, and fertility dampeners. With these Mastema practically did "pest control" of the population of manticores, c-rock-odiles, tigers, timberwolves, and any that would threaten the civilization upon which he grew.<br /><br />While the gratitude of his brethren was great Mastema had ventured in forbidden areas of magic, alchemy and medicine. For that he was branded an outcast, or better yet "honorably discharged" and expelled out of the tribe.<br /><br />With a heart of iron Mastema accepted the punishment. Venturing into the world the vindictive zebra will heal the innocent, but beware... if you presence upsets the equilibrium of nature you will be... balanced.